The next day passed uneventfully—at Least at first.

After completing Sanford's physiotherapy session, Rosalynn was wiping her hands when a servant hurried in, her expression tense. She reported that the Robles couple had arrived.

Rosalynn froze, a faint crease forming between her brows. The Robles couple?

Again?

Her gaze instinctively shifted to Sanford, who sat nearby in his wheelchair.

He looked just as surprised, his hands tightening around the armrests.

"Shari, could you wheel me out there?" Sanford finally spoke, a flicker of irritation crossing his features.

"Of course." Shari nodded and smiled faintly.

Why were the Robles couple here?

It certainly didn't seem like a casual visit.

They didn't visit without a reason. Something was brewing.

In the hall, Gail greeted Janiya and Britton politely. "Please, have a seat. I'll bring some tea."

Janiya raised a hand dismissively. "No need. We're not staying long. We're here to take Sanford home."

Gail's smile stiffened, the pleasant facade slipping. "Take him? But Sanford's still undergoing treatment here."

Janiya's expression remained cool. "We've arranged for a specialist. A far more experienced doctor will be handling Sanford's care from now on."

The jab was clear. Rosalynn's skills were being questioned outright.

If Janiya didn't trust Rosalynn, Gail decided there was little point in arguing.

At that moment, Shari entered, wheeling Sanford into the room. His eyes darted between his parents, his frown deepening.

His hands gripped the wheelchair tightly. "And what if I don't want to go?"

"You don't have a choice," Janiya snapped. "We've already arranged everything. Stop fighting us and listen for once."

Sanford's jaw tightened, his frustration barely contained. “You're making things worse. I am doing fine with Rosalynn's treatment. There's no need to involve anyone else."

"She's not good enough," Janiya shot back, her tone clipped. "The doctor we've hired is more qualified."

Seeing his mother this way, Sanford knew there was no way he could reason with her.

He turned to Britton, desperation flashing in his gaze. "Dad, are you really going along with this?"